Standard Match1 fallVictory Condition: The winning wrestler shall be the first wrestler who wins.

Death Bunny. What a name. Lia knew almost nothing about her opponent, a seasoned veteran from a Japanese league she had not followed. But she saw a picture of her and was immediately captivated. The girl rocked those rabbit ears and that black cowboy hat. There were so many bunnies in AFW, but Death Bunny looked very much like a bunny of death, with her powerful build and that look that just stated boldly and calmly that she owned whatever room she entered. In short, she looked like a badass.

Lia wanted to fight her so bad it hurt.

Fortunately, she was getting her chance tonight. Lia had always considered herself a bit of a cowgirl, which was why, when faced with the classic black hat, she had to come out with her own white hat, rabbit ears poking through. Her theme blared over the speakers as Lia burst out onto the ramp, waving, grinning, and firing finger guns at the excited members of the audience. Sliding under the bottom rope and hopping to her feet (Keeping a careful hand on her hat), Lia immediately crossed the ring and climbed onto the ring post, blowing smoke off of her finger guns to show off for the crowd before sliding them into their holster. She stepped back down into the center of the ring, bouncing back and forth on the balls of her feet to stay loose. The adrenalin was pumping through her. She could not wait any longer to see the Death Bunny herself, to see if she was half as cool as she looked.

Lia Cross. *An odd sounding name if there ever was one, sounds like the girl belongs in a nunnery.....or maybe a spy movie*, Bunny thought to herself as she stood in one of the main hallways, polishing away at her ride for the evening. A custom made slick black Harley Davidson motorcycle with high handlebars, oval pistons, dual connecting rods and an internal combustion engine loud enough to vibrate the fillings out of your neighbors teeth.

DB had actually refused the matchup when it was first proposed to her, thinking she needed more time to heal since her backstage incident. However that nagging voice in the back of her head that sounded an awful lot like Maki told her to *Suck it up and get back on that bike!!!â€¦..umm, your motorcycle in this caseâ€¦.hehe.â€¦hmm...* Disregarding the notion that she may be insane now that she was hearing voices in her head, DB knew opportunities for matches were scarce for her due to rumors implying she was a murderer. Just cause she had â€œDeathâ€ in her name and threatened to kill people at times..â€¦whatever. Due to her sudden change of heart she didnâ€™t have time to research this Lia Cross, whoever she wasâ€¦.

Hopping on her bike and revving up her thunderous engine, Bunny hauled ass down through the curtain with her ragged black trench coat billowing behind her. The audience waved purple glow sticks and cheered wildly as the techno [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6bIfHafYW8I:fx1x3n1t]theme[/url:fx1x3n1t] brought the people to their feet in the darkened stadium. If the crowds werenâ€™t a fan of Bunny, they sure did dig her theme music. Spinning in a half circle and leaving tread marks on the bottom of the ramp, DB parked her bike but was still unable to make out her opponent in the darkness. Starting to get more curious by the second, Bunny herself slid under the ropes keeping one hand down on her black undertaker hat with a bunny skull and crossbones on the front. Once the house lights came up she walked to the middle of the ring and looked up to see....to see.... " title="Shocked" />

â€œâ€¦..Uhâ€¦..Uhâ€¦..Uhâ€¦..â€, Wide eyed and mouth agape, Bunny was quite literally stunned silent at seeing what appeared to be a near mirror image of her standing before her. The purple hair, the tall and white bunny ears, practically the same height and build, but with a white cowboy hat that the ears protruding from, and a starry eyed expression on her face, it was as if looking at a Bizarro Death Bunny. They even seemed to blink at the same time. Bunny slowly raised her hand to poke her doppelgangers cheek lightly with her index finger, finally thinking of something to say.

Lia's jaw hung open as Death Bunny began her impressive entrance. Wow... Lia thought to herself. A motorcycle. A REAL hog, not some plastic Japanese stunt bike. Only a real badass would ride one of those as an entrance. The crowd ate it up too. Lia suddenly felt inadequate... but only a little, of course.

The pictures did not do Death Bunny justice. Lia's eyes met her opponent's as she climbed in and she came to a similar realization. Holy cow she looks like me... Of course, I'm still sexier and stronger, but she's a damn good imitation. Lia eyed Death Bunny carefully, even managing to blink at the same time she did, weirding her out just a little bit more. Lia remained still even as DB poked her cheek, still studying Death Bunny's attire. She certainly did not have a scar to match that one on Death Bunny's impressive midriff.

DB broke the silence, and snapped some sense back into Lia upon doing so. Lia grinned and tipped her hat toward Death Bunny. "Howdy!" She called out brightly. "Nice hog." She gestured toward the bike. "Can I call you Deebs?"

â€œâ€¦Rightâ€¦howdy yourself cowgirl.â€ Backing up slowly with her eyes never leaving Lias, Bunny took off her hat and trench coat while still trying to make sense of this. *Someoneâ€™s gotta be messin with me. A prank, some kind of promotion to sell more bunny ears at the vendors, something. Jeez, cut that hair, give her a trench coat and she could pose for me at partys.*

Turning her back Lia to place her wardrobe on the pole in her corner, Bunny took little notice at Lias admiration of her motorcycle(that hog isnâ€™t â€˜niceâ€™, itâ€™s ART!!!) but would noticeably flinch at the â€œDeebsâ€ comment, almost making her drop her coat. This was absolutely not a good sign, the clone bunny had already given her a cutesy pet name. The next thing she knows Lia will be following her around the arena completely ruining her bad-ass aura with her disgustingly adorable face and cheery disposition.

Bunny would turn around in a huff and return to the center of the ring with her arms crossed against her chest. â€œI barely know you and youâ€™re already giving me a nickname like weâ€™re bosom buddies. Tch, whatever. I get the feeling youâ€™re gonna call me that no matter what I say. At least youâ€™re not calling me Debbieâ€¦â€

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Lia shook her head and shrugged, "Nah. I may not even do Deebs. I'm thinking Dee-Baby now." Lia shrugged, "Don't take it personal Dee-Baby... wait no, I don't like that either. It's a work in progress. I barely know you either, really." Lia turned out to the audience. "They do, though." They responded to the invocation; Death Bunny's fans gave her a roar of approval. "And, I'll be honest." Lia turned back to Death Bunny, her goofy grin had hardened a bit to a more pleasant, determined smile. "I'm dreadfully jealous. Look at you!" She waved at DB, "You rode a totally sweet hog. You're named Death Bunny. You look like you fight bears. You're totally a badass." Lia was a little bit nervous, but she had found her stride. Just say something flatly obvious to get the gears going and break the ice, and the rest follows suit. "They all have seen you kick ass! They know how tough you are. I don't..." Lia pouted a bit, but eventually shrugged, squaring her stance as her gaze met Death Bunny, challenging her, "But, really, when you get down to it, I'm the luckiest girl in this whole damn arena. Because I'm about to find out myself, firsthand, how tough you are in the best possible way. To be honest, I'm scared and excited." Lia's tone of voice did not suggest fright of any sort. She hopped back and forth on the balls of her feet, throwing a few shadow punches, "So, yeah, to be honest, you should take it personally. I liked you since I first saw you. You have great taste in ears, too. I know no matter what, I'm gonna like you." Lia winked playfully, "And I think you and I are about to have one hell of a fight. I already know I won't soon forget it." She drew a finger gun and pointed at DB, "Bang bang, baby!"

Bunnyâ€™s arms would slowly lower to her sides as Lia gave her impassioned soliloquy, her eyes widening when she turned to see the audience cheer for her, some even having signs with her skull and crossbones insignia on it. It was like noticing them for the first time that night, she had put blinders on them up until that point to keep her focused on the task at hand. The roaring applause had taken her aback, Bunny never really knowing how to handle the admiration of fans. It was never her intention to garner the publicâ€™s affection, she was just being herself and some people latched onto her. It quite frankly felt embarrassing at times, her reclusive attitude never knowing how to handle it all.

Liaâ€™s continuation of her unbridled truth left Bunny stunned silent, pouring her heart out and laying things all out on the table. To say she was a fan would be a vast understatement; the other bunny showered DB with praise and spoke of wrestling her as if it were an honor, as if it was one of the greatest moments of her life!! But her slight blush would grow more noticeable once she mentioned adoring her since first laying eyes on her, totally disarming her as the playful bunny bounced around and gave her a childish wink. In an odd sense of timing the bell would ring at the exact time Lia ended her heartfelt speech with her finger pistols shots.

â€œâ€¦â€¦â€¦.Uh, wowâ€¦..you, uh, really donâ€™t pull any punches, do ya?â€, Bunny lowered her head to hide her face briefly, not having much time to respond to all of that now that the match started. â€œTch, how am I supposed to beat you down after everything you just said?â€¦..moron. If you really feel that way it may have been better if you never met me. You know what they say about meeting your heroesâ€. Although Lia said otherwise, DB still felt that if she knew her true past her affection for her would be snuffed out like a candle. To DB it was inevitable...

â€œButâ€¦.*ahem*â€¦.stillâ€¦.[size=85:2sxam9hd]thanksâ€¦.I meanâ€¦.GAH!!! Never mind!!!â€ Shaking her head violently to get back in the game, Bunny glared at Lia, stomping up to her and attempt to engage her in a tie up, pushing her back to the corner if she could...

As the bell rang, Lia slid her hat off in a smooth motion and tossed it outside the ring. She had buttoned her black shirt quite a bit more this match, letting it hang open only at her belly button, just above her purple skirt. She grinned at Death Bunny's growing embarrassment. The girl probably did not meet many fangirls. "Psh, well, for starters, I wouldn't worry about you beating me down, cuz that ain't happening, cutie. Either way, we're not all that different. I can see it in your eyes, especially when you came down the ramp. Fighting thrills you, Death-baby... no that doesn't work either... Just, let the mood take you, and you'll give me a hell of a fight. But you're still losing." She gave Death Bunny a final wink before moving to meet up with DB in the middle of the ring, locking up with her. Lia's grin shifted, displaying her exertion in the tie-up, but she never stopped smiling. Lia fought hard against Death Bunny, refusing to give an inch to her strength and trying to bring her own to bear against the dark rabbit. "Nngh... you're Death Bunny... I don't kill any more... so could I be Life Bunny? Naw that's dumb too. Man... you work out." She grunted with one last jolt of effort as she tried her hardest to drive Death Bunny back.

((THAT WAS TOTALLY SUBTLE SLID THAT CLOTHES DESCRIPTION RIGHT IN THERE SMOOTH AS ICE.))

â€œWell, youâ€™re a confident fellow bunny, Iâ€™ll give you that. Just donâ€™t be too upset if my mood tells me to pile drive your head through the mat~â€¦.yeah, letâ€™s see what ya got cowgirl!!!â€ With that Bunny would run towards the middle of the ring with a smirk on her face and lock up with Lia, all this talk about â€œthrilling fightsâ€ getting her blood pumping, eager to give her fan girl exactly what she wanted. Her emblazoned speech stirring up a fire in DB that Lia seemed to have lit since first entering the ring.

Death Bunny would immediately put all her strength into the hold, their stances nearly identical with arms wrapped around each otherâ€™s and both their right legs extended out behind them. The similarities between them would continue to pile up as they both reached a stalemate in terms of strength, neither able to push back the other. Looking straight into her cutesy face would be like looking into a fuzzy mirror, it might not be perfect but you can still recognize yourself in it. â€œDonâ€™t kill anymore?....Youâ€™re right, Lia....were not all that different, are we?â€ With that DBâ€™s tone would get serious again, she knew it could have been a lie, but like how Lia saw into her eyes to read her emotions, Bunny could tell there was some truth to her words, but that was for another time, if ever. They still hardly knew each other, yet their connections seemed to grow stronger.....Each side straining out great force but getting nowhere, Bunny would be the first to try and end the stalemate.â€œPuttin a lot of effort into the nicknames, arenâ€™t you? Trust me, itâ€™ll come to you when you arenâ€™t even thinking about it anymore, oh, and by the wayâ€¦..â€ Soon afterward DB would place Liaâ€™s head under her arm and grab the side of her pink skirt with the other and attempt to lift her up into a vertical suplex. Letting her hang there for a few seconds of air time before slamming her back to the mat, Bunny would maintain her hold on Lia, turning them both over and raising them both up again to their feet to attempt a second suplex. "Maybe you should concentrate a little bit more on the match, cutie..."

(I AM HUMBLED BY YOUR MASTERY OF THE WRITTEN WORD)

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THAT put the fire back in Death Bunny's spirit, and Lia fed off that energy. The roar of the crowd, DB's adrenalin and power... Lia craved this fight with every fiber of her being. With a dull roar of exertion, the two rabbit-eared warriors struggled to a stand-still in their test of power, neither gaining nor yielding ground to the other, but, apart from the strain of exertion, Lia's face did not express anything but excitement.

Her lips curled in a cold smile at DB's private admission to Lia, "Nope. I could see it in your eyes. I feel it in your hands." Her face twisted into a pout, "Yeah, but Death Bunny is a mouthfu-uull!" Lia yelped as her opponent changed tactics, hooking her head instead and lifting her up to drive her into the mat with a powerful suplex. Not stopping there, Death Bunny pulled her back up again. "Gah! You're right..." She huffed, but as DB went for the second suplex, Lia locked her leg with Death Bunny, blocking her attempt. Clutching the side of DB's shorts, Lia lifted her doppleganger up and hoisted her in the air for several seconds, before slamming DB to the mat with a vertical suplex of her own.

Not to be outdone, Lia bounded back up, a little shaken by the last suplex but still at the top of her game. She would try to pull DB back to her feet and whip her toward the ropes. Cocking her arm out, Lia would aim to charge forward and nail her with a clothesline on the rebound.

Bunny meant every word for her mirror version, if she didnâ€™t get her head in the game DB would have no issue with turning her dream match into a nightmareâ€¦.as corny as that sounds. â€œHmmâ€? A flash of concern washed over her face when she felt Liaâ€™s leg wrap around her own, gasping out loud when she herself was lifted instead. Bunny would see the world upside down for a while as Lia displayed her own strength for the audience before suplexing her back to the ground with a thud. â€œGah!â€ Bunny would never get used to being flipped around like that, not being given much time to recoup before Lia lifted her up and flung her to the ropes. Any thoughts that Lia might be a pushover going out the window once she saw how quickly Lia countered her suplex and pressed her advantage.

As she bounced off the ropes Bunny would instinctually go for a clothesline of her own, her eyes widening once she saw Liaâ€™s plan, great minds apparently thinking alike as both women slammed into their opponentâ€™s chests and laid on the mat next to each other. â€œUnghâ€¦â€¦.I can see this being a problem, Lia.â€ The crowd had started to laugh at the odd display as both wrestlers mimicked the otherâ€™s move set so far. Once on one knee, Bunny waited patiently for Lia to rise before sprinting forward to attempt to spear the clone rabbit, lifting her up slamming into the nearest corner. An exhausting move but she needed to make a statement soon while her adrenaline was still high. Once in the corner Bunny would shoulder charge several times into Lias toned abs before stepping backâ€¦